So yea this is only my second fanfic and I'm still trying to figure out where to go. I know she is going to be like Khan but good. I own nothing except the mistakes. Reviews are welcome but if your going to criticize make it constructive.
Chekov wouldn't hold out much longer, she had to do something! She was hurt—badly-but the Captain was unconscious on the ground, Sulu was dead at this point, and Chekov was on the verge of unconsciousness as well. She choked back a sob as she once again glanced at Sulu, as if trying to will life back into his too still form. She surveyed her surroundings. The Klingons were currently occupied with Pavel so maybe if she just-Crack-there, after breaking her wrist she cringed in pain, but now all she had to do was-pop!-there ya go! With one wrist free, she swung around and kicked Klingon 1 in the face, he was out cold before he hit the ground. Unfortunately second and third Klingon were now aware that she was free. She lunged at Klingon 2 and broke his neck with a deft twist, using a strength that she shouldn't possess. Klingon three now had Captain Kirk, who was still unconscious, hoisted up with a phaser to his head. Somehow she doubted it was set to stun.
This one meant business, she could tell. So she lowered her hands and got on her knees. Klingon three stepped forward, big mistake. She pivoted on her knee and lashed out with a sweeping kick. This knocked his legs out from underneath him, he hit the ground with a thud. He also dropped kirk, who landed back in a heap, that probably just added to the damage he had already sustained. Bones was going to kill her.
Pavel was on the ground, moaning ,and she was by his side in an instant.
"Pasha! Pasha—look at me! There we go." she crooned and Pavel uncurled himself from the ball of agony he had retreated to.
"I know it hurts, but Sulu is dead—and Kirk is not doing much better. We are the only hope. Can you use their communicator to hack the enterprise channel and get us out of here?"
"I- I zeenk zo..." Pavel got to work while she tended Kirk.
She looked around to make sure no one was watching and she put her hands on her head and began a process similar to a Vulcan Mind Meld. She read his pain and sent soothing thoughts in his direction. She could not risk healing him because they were not in a clean environment, which would not have been an issue if Jim was not allergic to everything under the sun, or the equivalent to the sun-depending where they were at. She couldn't risk sealing a pathogen inside his already compromised system.
She looked over to Chekov hunched over clutching his head, silent tears running down his face. So yes, definite concussion then. She crawled over to him and pulled him into her embrace, he practically melted, he was so tired and in too much pain. She could feel it without using her telepathy. So she concentrated and slowly the gash on his chest closed, and his concussion lessened. She couldn't fix it all, it drained too much of her energy. He pushed away from her, stunned and terrified, unsure what had just happened, but noticed a change in her demeanor. She was obviously weakened. He go back to work on the communicator.
She blacked out at some point, only to be roused by excited screeching.
"I got eet! I got eet!"
The communicator crackled to life with Spock's voice, she had never been more happy to hear it. She could kiss him-uhura would kill her. Chekov was explaining the situation, she quit listening, instead she focused her little energy on Kirk. She once again Mind Melded, convinced him that he was in no pain just asleep after a long night out on the town with Bones and Scotty.
There was nothing left inside of her but she hoisted him up. She felt the familiar tingle of the transporter beam pulling her apart and then reassembling her. As soon as her feet hit solid pad she heard yelling. Kirk was wrenched from her grasp and she panicked. Bones grabbed her by the shoulders before she her weakened knees gave out completely. He grabbed her and carried her bridal style to the sickbay. Kirk was already on a biobed with nurses hovering around him frantically tending to his very many wounds. Chekov was being tended to, while giving a report. She heard details of what she had done, funny she didn't remember much. Bones set her down and ran a tricorder over her. His worry filled face was the last thing she saw as the blackness closed in.
